Barn Pixie

The weather is warming, the days are longer, every tree and bush has tiny green or pink or white buds budding and the beginnings of leaves coming out. We face the Holyoke Range, and there is enough elevation difference that I can see the green haze moving slowly up the flanks of the (east coast and ridiculously short but still) mountains. We get this glorious green haze, which feels like a piece of otherworldly magic, and then the leaves come out for serious-like, and the haze turns into an actual tide of real, varied, photosynthetic green that sweeps up the hills, and then at the end of May - BAM - summer. The oak leaves are still to open fully, but everything else popped out and unfurled and there is dappled shade in the deep woods again.

I like the changing parts of the year. I love fall when everything goes from the slow heat of summer to the bustle of gathering in. I also love this part of spring, where I can see the changes from one day to the next, and feel like a daily picture would become an amazing time lapse of this flow of color.

no virus. I am not thinking about it for all of today.

So, the last week or so, in short sentences with active verbs:

I rode 4 times last week; one lesson, 3 hacks, two different up-headed Arab mares. It was glorious. Now they have decided to change the hacking procedure, so I probably will not be able to do that again.

I ran away from home over the weekend, and went to see my mom, and I didn't kill her, and my dearest friend, who talked me down afterwards.

I came home to find my husband finishing the taxes. He had a major, full-on, sleepless financial panic attack and didn't sleep til 3:00 am. I think it hysterical that we have the major financial panic attacks in what are probably our best earning year EVAR. I talked him down. Actually, I think it transferred to me. Now I am panicking, and he is trying to talk me down.

I drove into spring today, and managed to escape IKea with exactly what I went for plus Only 2 potholders. I am very pleased with myself.

I had another riding lesson yesterday on a very large quarterhorse gelding with no steering. I had to get firm control over his shoulder. I was reminded of him when pushing around the IKea cart with 4 swiveling wheels - those things go everywhere, and never quite where you think, or want them to. After a lot of circles, we got some nice work, but I still managed to lose his shoulder in the last canter. Or he dropped it and ran. We still got some nice trot moments. I may get my sitting trot back sooner rather than later.